Chapter Twenty-Three – Wash Day

Amelia looked up from her breakfast and smiled when Spike walked into the kitchen. Spike sat down at the table with her and said, "Morning, pet. How are you doing?"

"Good. My mom should be here tomorrow. She would have been here today, but something happened to one of the tires and she had to get it fixed."

"You're welcome to stay as long as you need. How are you getting along with Tara and the boys? They being nice?"

Andrew said, "Yes, we're being nice to her. Dork."

Amelia giggled. "Andy showed me how to make over-easy eggs without breaking them and Xan is going to let me play his video game after breakfast."

"What about Tara?"

Amelia turned and showed Spike the elaborate braid in her hair. "She did my hair. Isn't it pretty?"

"It's lovely, pet." He looked over at Andrew. "I'm free today. You need help with anything?"

Andrew nodded. "Yeah. Need to wash bedding from the right-side rooms and run up um… feed the dog."

Amelia's eyes brightened. "You have a dog? Can I see it?"

Spike shook his head. "He's a mean old thing, luv. Tends to bite. Best not."

He shoulders slumped and she sighed, "Okay."

"Do you have a dog at home?"

She nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Her name's Zoe. She's a Rottweiler. Mom got her to protect me while she's working. She doesn't get home until after dark most days and we don't live in the best neighborhood."

"Is your mum bringing her?"

"Probably. We don't have anybody to watch her and mom can't afford to board her. I don't even know how she's paying for the gas to get here or fix the tire."

Spike glanced at Andrew then looked at Amelia. "Things pretty tight at home?"

"Yeah. Mom has two jobs and she'll probably lose one of them by being gone so long. I don't know what we're going to do. I'm not old enough to get a job yet and now I don't have any good school jeans and I don't know what happened to my backpack. The school's laptop was in it, so we'll probably have to pay to get it replaced."

Spike reached out and patted her arm. "We'll sort you out, luv, don't worry." He stood and said to Andrew. "I'll go strip the beds if you want to feed the dog."

"Okay. Just watch out for Miss Fred. She doesn't like to get woken up this early."

"I'll save her for last then. Where's Tara?"

"Left side bedding."

"How do you get all the bedding washed in one day? Didn't we used to have to stagger it, doing a couple rooms a day?"

"Tara ordered two more washing machines and another dryer. They were installed a few days ago."

"How did I miss large appliances being moved into the house?"

"You were… at work."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "He was getting paid to have sex with someone. I'm not a baby so you don't have to use code words."

Xander stepped into the kitchen and put the tray on the counter. "Ready to kill some zombies, Amelia?"

"Yeah, just let me wash my dishes real quick." She stood and carried her dishes over to the sink as Xander disappeared into the quarters.

Andrew said, "I'll get them, Amelia. Go play your game."

"No, I've got it." She slid her dishes into the sink and started scrubbing them. "I'm confused about something. Spike, you're a vampire, and all the vampires are the ones getting paid for sex, but Andy, Xan, and Tara are human and they're the ones who take care of the vampires."

Spike said, "Yeah."

"So why are you doing chores?"

"Because I haven't been a vampire for very long and I did chores with them when I was human. Just doesn't feel right to me to have them serve me, I guess. They're my friends, not my staff. That clear it up?"

"Yeah." She dropped her dishes in the drainer and dried her hands on a towel. "I'm gonna go kill some zombies."

Spike smiled. "I'm gonna go strip some beds. See you later, Amelia."

Andrew waited until she was in the quarters then picked up a deep-dish pie plate and carried it out of the kitchen. "Could you grab that glass of juice? Xan will lose his shit if he sees me trying to carry both things."

Spike picked up the juice and followed Andrew out. "He still treating you like bone china?"

"Yeah. He's getting a little better, though. I can carry Boy's food now, but he still freaks out over the weirdest things."

"It'll wear off eventually. How's your arm doing? Still bothering you?"

"Not really. It'll twinge if I try to move or pick up something really heavy but it's probably always going to do that. I'll be able to tell when it's going to rain when I get old now, too."

Spike laughed. "Andy and his famous weather forecasting arm."

"Yeah, pretty much."

They stepped into Faith's playroom and carried Boy's breakfast over to him. He couldn't use his hands because they were bound behind him, like usual, so Andrew set the pie plate on the floor in front of him and Spike set down the glass of juice with a straw sticking out of it. Andrew unbuckled and removed the ball gag and Boy bent forward, the chain attaching his collar to a ring bolted to the wall rattling as he moved. He buried his face in the pie plate and started eating his breakfast. Andrew had cut everything into small pieces so it would be easier for him to pick up. When the plate was licked clean, Boy drank down the juice then sat back and opened his mouth. Andrew reseated the gag and tightened the straps then picked up the plate and the glass.

When they'd left the room, Spike asked, "Why do you think Faith keeps him restrained like that all the time?"

Andrew said, "And why didn't Miss Buffy do the same thing to you?" He shrugged. "Miss Faith is a lot darker and a lot harder than Miss Buffy. I mean, Miss Buffy can be hard and dark, too, but Miss Faith likes to torture people. She likes pain… giving and receiving. That's why she has a playroom of her own and Miss Buffy doesn't. Miss Buffy will go downstairs and do whatever to Angelus once in a while, but Miss Faith beats on him like it's her job and he didn't even try to kill her. If you'd been Miss Faith's pet, you'd probably be right where Boy is now. I don't know that Miss Faith will ever love anyone like Miss Buffy loves you."

"Guess I'm lucky that Buffy is older and got first dibs on a new pet then."

"Yeah, you probably are."

Andrew went downstairs and Spike ducked into the first room on the right at the top of the stairs and stripped the bed, bundling the cloth under his arm as he went down the balcony to the next room. He had three room's worth of bedding under his arm when he stepped into Fred's room. She was still asleep and he knocked lightly on the doorframe. "Fred? Need to do the washing."

She grumbled and rolled over then mumbled. "Take it then."

Spike dropped his armload and walked over to her bed. He stripped the side she wasn't laying on then said, "Roll, luv." She rolled to the other side of the bed and he flipped the sheet off the mattress and added it to his pile. "I'll be back later with fresh bedding."

She grumbled again and he left the room and carried his load down to the training room bathroom, dropping it on the floor in front of an unoccupied washer. He loaded it up and poured the soap in then set it to washing and stepped out into the training room. Andrew was just coming in with a stack of towels under one arm. He asked, "Tara in there?"

Spike shook his head. "No. Haven't seen her, why?"

Andrew closed the door and asked, "You want to fuck me?"

Spike smirked. "Still not getting it from Xan in your room?"

"No. He gave me a hand-job in the shower the other day, but that's it. Since Xan found out that she knows we've been fucking in here, he won't anymore in case she walks in. And he gets to fuck the Misses all the time and I'm…"

"Not getting any."

"Yeah."

"I'll shag you anytime you want if I'm not busy. How do you want it?"

He motioned to an incline weight bench. "I'll straddle you on that."

"All right. You prepped?"

"Yeah, did that in the shower when I woke up because I know you don't have clients today."

Spike walked over to the bench then slid out of his jeans and sat down. "Come and get it, mate."

Andrew dropped the stack of towels and slid out of his shorts then pulled his shirt over his head. He walked over to the bench and knelt on the floor beside it then leaned over and took Spike's cock in his mouth. Spike was moaning and thrusting into Andy's mouth when Andy released him and stood, throwing a leg over Spike.

Spike held his penis as Andrew braced his hands on Spike's shoulders and sank down onto it. Andrew moaned loudly as Spike filled him up then he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his hips until the burning stopped. He sat up and leaned back, bracing his hands on Spike's knees, then started sliding up and down Spike's cock. Spike pressed his head back against the bench and moaned, "Fuck, Andy," as he grasped Andy's hips and helped guide his movements.

They were both gasping and moaning loudly in pleasure and didn't notice the training room door crack open. The eye Amelia had peeking through the opening widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She knew boys could have sex with boys, but she'd never been able to imagine what it would look like, even after Billy from down the street had shown her his penis a few months ago. He'd let her touch it and then he'd touched her down there, even sliding a finger inside her, and if her mom found out about it, she'd probably be grounded until she was thirty, so how long would she be grounded for watching this? Andrew was moving faster and Spike was thrusting up into him and something was happening in Amelia's belly. The same something that had happened when Billy's fingers slid inside her panties. Andrew yelled really loud and his penis started shooting stuff all over Spike's chest. Spike pulled him down really hard and then he shouted, too. Andrew sat up, making Spike moan, and then Spike sat up. They kissed and Spike was holding onto Andrew's butt. From this angle, Amelia could see Spike's penis going into Andrew. Wouldn't that hurt? She couldn't imagine having something that big go up her butt and that girl in the video had been screaming. Andrew started to stand up and Spike moaned again as his penis came out of Andrew's butt. Amelia's eye widened a little more. Why hadn't Andrew been screaming? Spike's penis was even bigger than she'd thought it was.

She bolted away from the door as Andrew started to turn around and scurried back down the hall. Her panties felt all damp and sticky and her belly was still fluttery. She ran up the stairs to Buffy's room and threw herself onto the bed then closed her eyes and replayed what she'd seen in the training room.

Spike took the towel Andrew handed him and wiped off his chest. "I like this bench, Andy."

Andrew smiled. "Yeah, I like it, too."

The door opened and Tara walked in then blushed and turned around, asking, "Have you seen Amelia?"

Spike stood and hooked his jeans off the floor then slid into them. "No. She was playing games with Xan last I knew."

"Xan said she left a little while ago, saying something about finding Andy."

Andrew pulled his shirt over his head and said, "She hasn't been by here. She's probably upstairs."

"Okay. The door was open, so that's why I thought she might be in here."

Spike's hands froze on the last button of his jeans. "What do you mean, the door was open? And you can turn around. We're decent."

Tara turned around and pushed the door most of the way shut. "This is what it looked like when I came down the hall."

Spike and Andrew looked at each other then Andrew breathed, "Do you think…"

"Yeah, she probably saw us. Thought I heard something, another heartbeat, but I was a bit preoccupied at the time and didn't pay it any mind." He scrubbed his hands over his face. "Bloody hell."

"This is not good, Spike. She's a baby. And she saw me riding your dick."

"She's only three years younger than us, you git, and she's hit puberty, so she should hopefully know about this kind of thing. How old were you when you and Xan started shagging?"

"Fourteen, but…"

Spike said, "For all we know, she's already had sex. If her mum's working two jobs, she's probably alone a lot, and she didn't seem all that fussed about a pile of vampires getting paid to shag strangers."

Tara said, "Let's just go find her. Standing here isn't going to tell us if she saw you two. You forgot to zip your shorts, Andy."

Spike rapped on his door then opened it and stepped in. "Amelia?"

She opened her eyes and sat up then blushed when Andrew stepped in after Spike. Tara joined them and Spike took a sniff, catching the scent of her arousal, then asked, "You saw me shagging Andy, didn't you?" She nodded. "All right. You have any questions about it? Anything you don't understand?" Andrew threw him a wide-eyed stare and Spike said, "She's old enough to learn how things work, and I'd rather her ask questions than wonder if I was hurting you or forcing you."

Amelia said quietly, "The girl I saw in that video was screaming when that man's penis was in her butt, but you weren't screaming, Andy."

Spike walked over and sat on the bed. "That's because Andy prepared himself to be shagged. He stretched his anus so it wouldn't hurt when I pushed my cock into it. The girl in that video likely wasn't prepped so it hurt and that's why she was screaming. Have you had any sort of sex-ed at school?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I know all the parts and how they fit together, but they didn't cover boys having sex with boys." She looked up at Andrew. "It really didn't hurt?"

Andrew shook his head. "No. It burns a little because Spike's so big, but not for very long, and then it starts to feel really good."

Spike asked, "You ever had sex, luv?"

She shook her head. "No, but this boy from down the street put his fingers down there a little. It felt good." She blushed a little and looked down. "When he touched my… clitoris, it felt really good."

"It's only function is pleasure. Have you ever touched yourself?"

She shook her head. "No. My mom would be mad. She had me when she was thirteen and doesn't want me to get pregnant like she did."

"You can't get pregnant from masturbation."

"I know, but she thinks if I have orgasms that I'll get raped like she did, so I haven't done anything, except that one time with Billy and he only put his fingers there, but I didn't have an orgasm. She told me that the first time she had an orgasm was when the neighbor boy had his fingers down there and then he told her that meant she was ready and he had sex with her even though she didn't want him to."

"Your mum got pregnant the first time?"

"Yeah. And she hasn't been with anybody else since. I don't think she… masturbates, either. I think she's…"

"Afraid of it because of what happened the first time she did."

"Yeah, so she doesn't want me to do it, either."

Tara walked over and sat down next to Amelia. "I've had sex but it wasn't my choice just like it wasn't your mom's."

Spike laid a hand on Tara's knee. "You want to handle the rest of this discussion, pet? Probably better for a bird to talk to her about it than a couple of blokes and I think we've cleared up our part of it."

Tara nodded. "Yeah. We'll be down later."

Spike nodded and he and Andrew left the room, closing the door quietly behind them. "Gonna go check the laundry. It's probably ready for the dryer by now."

"I'll go with you. Tara will probably be busy for a while."

"And you want my cock up your arse again while she is."

"Yeah, but I'll lock the door this time."

XXXX

The bed shifted as Buffy climbed up on it and snuggled up to Spike's back. He mumbled, "Not that I mind the company, but who's with Amelia?"

Buffy kissed the back of his neck. "Tara's crashing in our room with her tonight."

Spike chuckled. "Maybe Andy can get a shag in his own room for a change. We really need to sort out other arrangements for Tara."

"I've been thinking the same thing. There's another set of servant's quarters under our room. It's a lot smaller, about the size of a small motel room, but it should work. A pipe burst in there a while ago and it's water damaged. The whole quarters will need to be gutted and completely redone, and we were going to do that eventually, but we didn't need the space when we moved in, so it's just been sitting there."

"I've never even been to that side of the ground floor. What else is over there?"

"A room that might have been a library or a lounge or something. It's full of old broken furniture and whatever. Looks like somebody tried to start renovating in there, because the walls are stripped to the studs and the floor is torn up, but they stopped for some reason."

"Could combine the quarters and that room to make a larger suite."

"Yeah, doing that would make it a little bigger than the quarters off the kitchen. I'll get someone on that after Amelia's mom picks her up."

"I'm gonna give her mum all the dosh I've earned so far. Sounds like they're barely scraping by, and it's not a lot, but it should help them out a bit."

"We can hit all the girls for a donation. Our tips are just fun money since all our actual expenses are paid out of the household account."

"Thanks, luv. Not looking forward to meeting her mum, though. She's likely to be a bit angry that Amelia saw me shagging Andy."

"You saved her daughter, Spike. I'm thinking that will outweigh Amelia seeing your dick."

"I hope so. Sounds like they've had a hard life and I don't want to add to it."

"I don't think you will. Let's get some sleep and we'll deal with that tomorrow." She lifted her head. "Where's the blanket? You don't even have a top sheet."

Spike chuckled again. "This is my client room, pet. Sleepin' isn't usually somethin' that happens in here, so I just got fitted sheets for the bed."

"You froze your ass off last night, didn't you?"

He shrugged. "Didn't really notice it."

Buffy rolled over and slid off the bed. "Well, I need a blanket. I'll be right back." She carried a large comforter through the door a few minutes later and spread it over the bed and the vampire laying in it.

Spike laughed quietly as she crawled under the blanket and snuggled up to him again. "You realize the blanket doesn't make any difference in our body temperatures, right? We'll be room temperature no matter how many blankets you pile on top of us."

"It's a psychological thing. I feel warm if I have a blanket and cold if I don't."

"I kind of wondered why yours was the only bed that had blankets. None of the other girls use them. Saves a hell of a lot of laundry washing, I'll tell you that."

Buffy thought about it then said, "It's probably because of Angelus. I had to have blankets for him, so I got used to having them and it stuck. Now I can't sleep worth a shit if I don't have one."

"I like having a blanket, too. Even though it doesn't make me warm anymore, it's just… comfortable, I guess."

"Our bed will always have a blanket, and if you want to be warm, we could get an electric blanket."

Spike barked a laugh then said, "With the amount of bodily fluids we get on our bed, I'm not sure I want it to be covered with something attached to electricity. I saw what that lightning bolt did to the vampire in the foyer."

Buffy laughed. "Fine, we won't get an electric blanket. Go to sleep. Dork."